>Woof takes a doublecheck on the the cargo. It's all there, including a >pile of junk that he doesn't remember being there. There is also a >ground vehicle parked in the cargo bay. It hasn't been locked down with >restraints of any kind, and it needs to either be removed or secured. As >he's looking these two unsecured pieces of cargo over he hears a truck >pull up outside and after some loud talk, he sees Cory pushing a pallet >of boxes in through the forward cargo hatch. Woof comms the ship. "I have a ground car in forward cargo. Is it coming or staying? I'm dogging it down if its coming. Skipper?" >Jac has left the ship, "on an errand", "ship's business" he calls it. As Woof waits for an answer, he examines the other pile of junk. "Let me give you a hand, Cory," Woof says, lending a shoulder to moving the boxes. "What's this stuff?" he asks as he begins to secure it with netting. Woof
